The Hazy Mind Poetry Series: The Clueless

You make them an attraction

But they want that and the center

You give them a kiss

And they go for your oxygen

 

I might stoop to clean your feet

Kiss and lick off every dirt

But don’t get too many fancy ideas

Or I’ll be the force throwing and watching you

Fall down head first from the bridge

Into the dark waters

Black with the paint you adorned my heart with

When you stopped trying to make yours feel…

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